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Forwarded from The Família of Mertzlan: Newfangled Outer Destiny-Fate.
mah… ga setiap saat kita harus SERVING… roda itu berputar mah… frfr… ada hari dimana kita FLOP (IT’S SO OVER)… ada kala merasa WE’RE SO BACK… kalo OOMFIES mu bilang IT’S NOT GIVING…. gpp… jgn menyerah… semua ada ERA nya... NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT 🗣️‼️
Yang terlibat #aurafarming :
Edurne's Woonhak & Myungjae, Mertzlan’s Sungho & Myungjae, Delmeist's Taesan, Duisterg’s Taesan, and Rushforth’s Sungho.
Yang terlibat #aurafarming :
Edurne's Woonhak & Myungjae, Mertzlan’s Sungho & Myungjae, Delmeist's Taesan, Duisterg’s Taesan, and Rushforth’s Sungho.
Forwarded from TXT PROJECT.
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𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚜. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛. 🃏ᵒ̴̶̷̤
ㅤ 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘌 OF THE 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘚
𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘚 BY 𝘜𝘚
odyssey of connection,
luminous unity ✶ story shared,
whispered across galaxies
THE STAR CHAPTER: TOGETHER
12th ALBUM #PromiseTOGETHER
An— ५. echo
of dreams that ᠅
꒷ dare to
stars, 𖥔 to
for each 𐀔 other
in the quiet vastness of the night
21𝘚𝘛. 𝘑𝘜𝘓𝘠. 2025
▭ ▭ ▭
𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗
𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚜 𝙾𝚗𝚎.
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𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚜. 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛. 🃏ᵒ̴̶̷̤
ㅤ 𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘐𝘚𝘌 OF THE 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘚
𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘚 BY 𝘜𝘚
odyssey of connection,
luminous unity ✶ story shared,
whispered across galaxies
THE STAR CHAPTER: TOGETHER
TOMORROW BY TOGETHER12th ALBUM #PromiseTOGETHER
An— ५. echo
of dreams that ᠅
꒷ dare to
shine among thestars, 𖥔 to
searchedfor each 𐀔 other
in the quiet vastness of the night
21𝘚𝘛. 𝘑𝘜𝘓𝘠. 2025
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𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝙳𝚊𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗
𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚜 𝙾𝚗𝚎.
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Forwarded from TXT PROJECT.
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ㅤㅤ ✶ (𝘓𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛–𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘚*)
each guide of a compas, lead to shimmering and starry paths, reflecting the joy and ache of youth.
𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍
𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝
𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.
Even across stardust and sorrow, we are fated to find one another. Because the universe remembers what we forget, that we are not meant to shine alone.
WE CARRIED THE PROMISE
OF THE STARS. ५᠅ 🌌
moonlit
dreamlike harmonies. led by
#PromiseTOGETHER under one
endlessly. ──────────
Invitation to move closer, to believe that even the simplest step can bridge distance when hearts are aligned.
𝘗𝘕𝘎 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕, where memory
etched by picture truly
unforgettable.
𝘔𝘗4 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕, where lullabies
and pieces of scenes merged to
create memories.
▭ ▭ ▭ ▭
Endless gratitude to the brilliant soul behind this twibbon: @TRNDSETTEE as the artistry gave form to our shared dreams. Guided by passion, lifted by trust. Together we create, together we soar: @REVERIEOFAMITY, @SOOREVIEL, @YJFLUENCE, @BEOMQUESTERS, @TYUNTHERA.
With @TXTProjectBot as our gentle light,
Ever ready to guide us through the twibbon skies.
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ㅤㅤ ✶ (𝘓𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛–𝘠𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘚*)
each guide of a compas, lead to shimmering and starry paths, reflecting the joy and ache of youth.
𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍
𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝
𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.
Even across stardust and sorrow, we are fated to find one another. Because the universe remembers what we forget, that we are not meant to shine alone.
WE CARRIED THE PROMISE
OF THE STARS. ५᠅ 🌌
moonlit
synths, dreamlike harmonies. led by
hope, time, starlight 𖥔#PromiseTOGETHER under one
sky, in one story 𐀔 glowing endlessly. ──────────
Invitation to move closer, to believe that even the simplest step can bridge distance when hearts are aligned.
𝘗𝘕𝘎 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕, where memory
etched by picture truly
unforgettable.
𝘔𝘗4 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘚𝘐𝘖𝘕, where lullabies
and pieces of scenes merged to
create memories.
▭ ▭ ▭ ▭
Endless gratitude to the brilliant soul behind this twibbon: @TRNDSETTEE as the artistry gave form to our shared dreams. Guided by passion, lifted by trust. Together we create, together we soar: @REVERIEOFAMITY, @SOOREVIEL, @YJFLUENCE, @BEOMQUESTERS, @TYUNTHERA.
With @TXTProjectBot as our gentle light,
Ever ready to guide us through the twibbon skies.
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﴾ 🌬 ﴿ WHEN THE DUST STIRS
THERE THE BOND IS WOVEN
BENEATH THE S BREATHÆTHER’
Counting dæmons, tracing the fracture of the spheres . . .
✦•┈ ⋅⋯🌬 ⋯⋅ ┈•✦
𖥔 Spin hidden truths in brass and glass, one soul’s passage may seem as faint as candle smoke — yet it glimmers defiant against the gathering dark.
The @LegacyOfDustborne murmurs through the veils — from spired cathedrals where Scholars taste forbidden knowledge, to frozen wastes where Witches dream beneath auroras that whisper old names. Come — stand among the Lumina, Weavers of the Fractured Tapestry. We summon those whose souls tremble at the touch of Dust, whose shadows walk beside dæmons yet unspoken.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
Consult the Taken Ledger Here and see if your muse’s shadow still sleeps unbound.
When the compass points true, bring your secret to @Dustbornebot. The doorway stands ajar.
✶ THE TRUTH LIES BEYOND THE WORLD WE KNOW ✶
WATCH THE DUST — LISTEN — FOLLOW
THERE THE BOND IS WOVEN
BENEATH THE S BREATHÆTHER’
Counting dæmons, tracing the fracture of the spheres . . .
✦•┈ ⋅⋯
𖥔 Spin hidden truths in brass and glass, one soul’s passage may seem as faint as candle smoke — yet it glimmers defiant against the gathering dark.
The @LegacyOfDustborne murmurs through the veils — from spired cathedrals where Scholars taste forbidden knowledge, to frozen wastes where Witches dream beneath auroras that whisper old names. Come — stand among the Lumina, Weavers of the Fractured Tapestry. We summon those whose souls tremble at the touch of Dust, whose shadows walk beside dæmons yet unspoken.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
🌬 The Alethiometrist 1984-1998🌬 The Choosen Successor 1999-2003🌬 The Bridge Between Worlds 2004-2005🌬 The Daemon Whisperer 2006-2009
Consult the Taken Ledger Here and see if your muse’s shadow still sleeps unbound.
I, (muse’s name and lineage), shaped by the alethiometer’s turning hands, carved my oath in the drift of falling Dust. Through severed portals, led by dæmon whispers and starlight’s hush, to bear the name of (your name & @ )
When the compass points true, bring your secret to @Dustbornebot. The doorway stands ajar.
✶ THE TRUTH LIES BEYOND THE WORLD WE KNOW ✶
WATCH THE DUST — LISTEN — FOLLOW
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Forwarded from OH MY TWIBBON! #WeatherDiary
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POETRY OF EMOTIONAL FORECASTS.
Beneath ever-shifting firmaments, six kindred spirits composed a delicate chronicle of their shared skies. Laughter bloomed like vernal petals, silence stretched like summer dusk, and wistful thoughts drifted through autumn winds. Emotions swirled like restless zephyrs—unified yet distinct.
ㅤA nostalgic tapestry of six souls
ㅤbeneath ever-changing heavens.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ˚₊‧꒰ა🪞 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
Through radiant light and sorrowful rain, they captured fleeting moments in a diary of weathered reveries. This tender anthology became their refuge, where passing skies reflected the ephemeral rhythm of their hearts and the quiet beauty of being together.
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POETRY OF EMOTIONAL FORECASTS.
Beneath ever-shifting firmaments, six kindred spirits composed a delicate chronicle of their shared skies. Laughter bloomed like vernal petals, silence stretched like summer dusk, and wistful thoughts drifted through autumn winds. Emotions swirled like restless zephyrs—unified yet distinct.
ㅤA nostalgic tapestry of six souls
ㅤbeneath ever-changing heavens.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ˚₊‧꒰ა
Through radiant light and sorrowful rain, they captured fleeting moments in a diary of weathered reveries. This tender anthology became their refuge, where passing skies reflected the ephemeral rhythm of their hearts and the quiet beauty of being together.
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Forwarded from OH MY TWIBBON! #WeatherDiary
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“Where every page captures the
forecast of the heart’s quietest day.”
22ND OF JULY. Beneath a sky in perpetual transformation six resplendent graceful women drifted through moments sculpted by atmosphere and wonder letting their sentiments swell and recede like the tide in a sea stirred by time. They did not retreat from the unannounced rain but embraced it with luminous eyes and unguarded hearts. When constellations cascaded without warning they conjured wishes born from the quietest chambers of longing. They twirled when plans unraveled composed reverie from silence and turned fractured rhythms into incandescent joy. In the midst of uncertainty they held one another nearer choosing delight over design presence over precision. Their tale was etched in breeze and golden luminance engraved in soft earth and rain-slicked stone a diary penned in ephemeral ink. Together they revealed that elegance dwells in impermanence and that meaning often blooms in places uncharted.
ㅤ A GOLDEN TRACE OF TIME WHERE
ㅤ OH MY GIRL ONCE BLOOMED ㅤ
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Like a hush before rainfall, this moment beckons you to inscribe a glimmer of memory upon your enormous profile through the OH MY GIRL SPECIAL SINGLE twibbon, a quiet emblem of skies once shared and seasons felt together. Just as each shift in weather carries a feeling too tender for words, this gesture becomes a way to hold onto what once fluttered past us. Let your trace ripple through the timeline with the stunning hashtag #WeatherDiary, a constellation of warmth shaped by your light. If the placement feels uncertain, the gentle hand of @OHMYGIRLROBOT will be nearby to guide you. Crafted with intention and grace by @oYooA, every detail murmurs affection for our ever-blooming bunny, turning this simple act into a living page from a diary written beneath shifting skies and soft echoes of time.
┄──ּ · · ✽ Starlight Over the Twilight Court
@TheRushforth, @DynastLands
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ‘&. @OHMYTWIBBON.
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“Where every page captures the
forecast of the heart’s quietest day.”
22ND OF JULY. Beneath a sky in perpetual transformation six resplendent graceful women drifted through moments sculpted by atmosphere and wonder letting their sentiments swell and recede like the tide in a sea stirred by time. They did not retreat from the unannounced rain but embraced it with luminous eyes and unguarded hearts. When constellations cascaded without warning they conjured wishes born from the quietest chambers of longing. They twirled when plans unraveled composed reverie from silence and turned fractured rhythms into incandescent joy. In the midst of uncertainty they held one another nearer choosing delight over design presence over precision. Their tale was etched in breeze and golden luminance engraved in soft earth and rain-slicked stone a diary penned in ephemeral ink. Together they revealed that elegance dwells in impermanence and that meaning often blooms in places uncharted.
ㅤ A GOLDEN TRACE OF TIME WHERE
ㅤ OH MY GIRL ONCE BLOOMED ㅤ
ㅤㅤ
Like a hush before rainfall, this moment beckons you to inscribe a glimmer of memory upon your enormous profile through the OH MY GIRL SPECIAL SINGLE twibbon, a quiet emblem of skies once shared and seasons felt together. Just as each shift in weather carries a feeling too tender for words, this gesture becomes a way to hold onto what once fluttered past us. Let your trace ripple through the timeline with the stunning hashtag #WeatherDiary, a constellation of warmth shaped by your light. If the placement feels uncertain, the gentle hand of @OHMYGIRLROBOT will be nearby to guide you. Crafted with intention and grace by @oYooA, every detail murmurs affection for our ever-blooming bunny, turning this simple act into a living page from a diary written beneath shifting skies and soft echoes of time.
┄──ּ · · ✽ Starlight Over the Twilight Court
@TheRushforth, @DynastLands
ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ‘&. @OHMYTWIBBON.
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